Recent memoirs by Dean Wareham and Juliana Hatfield offer a glimpse into a musician’s life during the ’90s alt-rock boom and subsequent bust. What makes eels frontman Mark Oliver Everett’s book any different? A body count higher than a zombie movie, for starters. Everett’s journey from juvenile delinquent in suburban Virginia to lo-fi, low-level rock star in L.A. is littered with the deaths of his mother, sister, cousin, landlady, friends and father (the emotionally distant Hugh Everett III, a brilliant quantum physicist). This perpetual raincloud of tragedy makes Everett’s survival tale compelling even to non-fans, and his personal story arc dwarfs the overdramatized perils of stardom and pitfalls of the music business. [www.thomasdunnebooks.com]